HAD we but Pu239 enough, and Time,        
These explosions Lady were no crime.        
We would sit down, and think which what        
To destroy, and pass our explosive out.        
Thou by the Indian Ganges side                 
Should'st U235 find: I by the Tide        
Of Humber would complain. We would        
Explode things ten years before, and flood:        
And you should (if you built a shed)        
Effect the Conversion of some lead.
Our mutated vegetables should grow        
Vaster then Empires, and more slow.        
An hundred years should go before we raise        
The shelter's lidded door and Gaze        
Out upon the blasted moor
Where once did frolick Fawns and more.        
But at my back I alwaies hear        
Times winged Charriot hurrying near:        
And yonder all before us lye        
Cities we did cause to Frye.        
Beauty shall no more be found;        
Nor, in their marble Vault, a sound.        
Now therefore, while the youthful hew        
Sits on thy skin like morning [dew]        
And while thy willing Soul transpires        
At every pore the nuckleer Fires,        
Now let us sport us while we may;        
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,        
Rather at once our Time devour,        
Than languish with our Awesome pow'r.        
Let us roll all our Strength, and all        
Our fissionables, up into one Ball:        
Thus, and we can make our Sun,        
Our own Sun, and we will make him run.